Rose of a Different Color This is a rose—but let’s call it a rose of a different color. The original photo captured an orange bloom, but what remains is a yellow-orange flower streaked with red, pink, and hints of blue where the shadows settle. Around it swirls a kaleidoscope of color, transforming the scene into something more dreamlike than botanical. If you love flowers—or just enjoy discovering their beauty and names like I do—come explore my gallery of blooms captured in moments of wonder and curiosity. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #flower #plant #rose #abstract image
Finches on a Stick Four American Goldfinches (Spinus tristis) have gathered on a single slender branch, each one a bright punctuation mark in winter’s quiet sentence. image
Thicket Sentinel This dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) gazes through a tangle of bare branches, its eyes steady and unblinking amid the winter lattice. If you enjoy photos of birds and other wildlife, take a look at my photo gallery. Sparrows are never overlooked—they're a valued and important part of my collection. Feel free to explore! #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #sparrow #DarkEyedJunco image
Good morning. ☀️☀️☀️ 12 January 2026 Today is a walk day, but it’s 31°F this morning, so we’ll have to put that off until things warm up a bit. There was a time when I’d throw on my running shoes and head out no matter what the weather decided to do. The only thing that ever stopped me was ice—no pun intended. Sometimes the roads get so slick that running isn’t recommended. That doesn’t really happen here, though. Let’s be Frank. Whoa—no, we can’t all be Frank. What I meant was: let’s be real. Getting out there in freezing weather just isn’t for me anymore, and I rarely pick up the pace to a run or even a trot. Charlie and I stick to a leisurely 3 MPH, pausing whenever he finds something interesting. Well—he pauses. He’s got the rhythm down: he races ahead as far as the leash allows, finds a scent worth investigating, and then works his way back until the leash is stretched in the opposite direction. Speaking of Charlie, it’s three minutes past mealtime. I’d better feed him. …Mission accomplished. I took a moment to look at the extended forecast for my area. It looks like cold weather will dominate the rest of January, with a chance of snow in the final days. And of course, the farther out the forecast goes, the closer it gets to reading chicken entrails. In any case, the cold will affect our walks. I could start going to a gym, but then what about Charlie? Besides, when I used to be a gym regular, I always seemed to be fighting off the sniffles. Probably wise to avoid that scene. “A dog is one of the remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk.” — Orlando Aloysius Battista “You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” — George Bernard Shaw #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #sunrise #cold #weather #walking #dogs image
Tern Trio, Masters of the Tidal Pool These Forster’s terns (Sterna forsteri) were part of a trio I spotted about a year and a half ago at Holly Beach, Louisiana—poised and wind-brushed, standing in quiet formation along the shoreline. image
Dune-Top Drama This little sanderling (Calidris alba) was darting along the crest of a low sand dune at Holly Beach, Louisiana—quick-footed and wind-kissed, tracing the edge between land and sea. Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #shorebird #sandpiper #sanderling image
Beachside Siesta Most of the laughing gulls (Leucophaeus atricilla) in this group seem to be napping, standing quietly in the low surf. A couple near the shoreline remain alert, keeping watch while the others rest. Hmmm… I’ve always wondered why so many birds tuck their beaks under a wing when they sleep. Maybe it’s a way to stay warm—after all, the beak is an extremity. Perhaps it’s not unlike how we might fold our hands under our arms on a cold day. I’ll have to look that up. image